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From a New York Times bestselling author, a serial killer wreaks havoc on Northern Virginia, appearing as a ghostly apparition before striking—and Kay Scarpetta must avoid becoming their next victim. NO ONE IS SAFE FROM THE SERIAL KILLER NOT EVEN SCARPETTA… During the early hours...

Two sisters on trial for murder. They accuse each other. Who do you believe? From Steve Cavanagh, the “wickedly clever” (The New York Times) master of twisty psychological thrillers. “911 what’s your emergency?” “My dad’s dead. My sister Sofia killed him. She’s still in the house...

Acostumada a limpar a casa dos outros, Millie mal consegue acreditar que agora esta realmente pertence a ela. A cozinha charmosa, a tranquila rua sem saída, o quintal enorme. Ela e o marido, Enzo, economizaram por muitos anos para poder dar aos dois filhos a vida que eles merecem. Como nada é perfeito, assim que ela conhece a Sra. Lowell, sua nova vizinha, a mulher a deixa desconfortável com suas críticas disfarçadas de elogios e a intimidade forçada com que trata Enzo. Mas, ao receber um convite dela para jantar, Millie tem a oportunidade perfeita para desfazer a má impressão.

Seven friends gather at a castle in the Scottish Borders. One last girls' weekend before Georgina's wedding. Near the castle, through a path in the woods, is a loch. After a few bottles of Prosecco, the girls head down to the water to take photos. The loch is wild, lonely and stunningly beautiful. They set their camera to self-timer and take some group shots. Later, looking back at the pictures, they see something impossible.

Patrick Bateman sieht gut aus, ist gut erzogen und intelligent. Tagsüber sitzt er in seinem Büro in der Wall Street und vergrößert seinen Reichtum. Seine Nächte hingegen verbringt er auf unfassbare Weise. Er ist ein Serienmörder und lebt seinen ganz eigenen amerikanischen Traum.

Immagina di risvegliarti da una notte senza sogni e di ritrovarti sdraiata su una superficie fredda e dura, i vestiti del giorno prima ancora indosso e nessun ricordo delle tue ultime ore. Intorno a te solo un buio spesso a cui lentamente lo sguardo si abitua. Cominci a intravedere delle sbarre alla tua sinistra. Non può che essere un incubo, tra poco sarai nella tua stanza, avvolta nelle soffici lenzuola di casa e la vita riprenderà come prima. Questo non è ciò che accade ad Anna.

Thirteen years ago, Cole and Lisa Shipley were fostering an infant with hopes of adopting her. Overnight everything was turned upside down, when the child’s mother bled to death on their front doorstep. Her last words: He’s coming here…for her! Save her. Afraid, bewildered, and with a baby in their arms, they fled. The longer they hid, the guiltier they looked. Now in a small Colorado town under assumed identities, they’ve been seemingly safe.

They drugged me. Chained me. Tore apart my mind until the pieces didn't fit anymore. Then they gave me a name. Cleaner. Killer. Son. Monster. Told me the blood on my hands was hers. Then they smiled and made me kill again. And they told me she never existed. But I've seen her. In dreams. In flashes of red hair and blood. And now she's real—flesh and bone and terrified eyes. But they made one mistake. They didn't bury her deep enough. Now she's back. And even if she doesn't remember me, my obsession remembers everything. She runs; I follow. She screams; I savor it.

Camry and her family are enjoying their camping trip until something mysterious happens. All of a sudden, this happy-go-lucky trip has taken a dark turn. A man lurking in the shadows has made it impossible for Camry to think beyond paranoia and concern. With her mind swaying in the balance, each twist and turn will make us question whether or not she will make it out alive.

If the talented Mr. Ripley were a young woman today, she might be Anna Harris: charming, changeable, and perhaps not at all what she seems to be. "You are quite the chameleon, aren't you? You could wear anything, do anything, and yet you choose plain, plain, plain. Or is it all a front for a...

The shocking new psychological thriller from the bestselling author of A Man Downstairs and An Unthinkable Thing: a twisty, unsettling, and masterfully plotted game of magnetic push-and-pull between two women whose secrets threaten to collide. When Mia was a young woman, she read a magazine...

"Solo Yo" es un relato publicado en el año 2017 en el marco de un concurso literario. Está narrado por su propio autor: ZetaBon (Gonzalo Herbón). Puede ser considerado un Thriller-psicológico, ligero, de menos de 100 páginas, cuyo audiolibro en su totalidad tendrá una duración de menos de hora y media, que trata temas como la curiosidad sobre las grandes preguntas, drogas y trastornos mentales.

Kenzi Brannon wakes in a psychiatric ward, her mind fractured between reality and hypnotic commands she can't escape. Haunting visions of underground chambers stalk her every thought, and one terrifying question lingers: What if she made me hurt someone?

From the writer of Village Americana and Reviled comes a new trilogy of terror. Tied together by three hellish nights, the stories contained within span past, present and future.

Am Ostersonntag verbreitet sich die Nachricht wie ein Lauffeuer im Dorf: Janice Heckler ist tot in der Greve gefunden worden, halbnackt und offensichtlich ertränkt. Sechs Jahre später kommt Alex frühzeitig aus der Haft frei. Sein erster Weg führt ihn zurück an den Ort des Geschehens – in sein Elternhaus. Wenig später wird die Leiche von Heike Jentsch gefunden.

Two cousins, one inheritance. In the heart of a sprawling estate, where the echoes of history whisper through the halls and serrated shadows flicker in the candlelight, two cousins find themselves locked in a bitter struggle over a vast inheritance that will forever alter the course of their lives. Olivia mourns her grandmother's death, while Kirk, a man of ambition and cunning, with a silver tongue and the ability to easily navigate the murky waters of politics, plots to seize control of the family's legacy.

In a split-second decision that will shatter his life, insurance salesman Jack Spinks stops to help a young woman walking alone down a back country road. After getting into his truck the mysterious young woman grabs the steering wheel and forces the truck off the road, sending it plunging over a cliff and into the woods. What begins as a simple act of kindness spirals into a nightmare as Jack finds himself trapped in a dark and perilous world, hunted by the woman's cryptic pursuers.

Blake Wallace couldn't wait to spend the weekend away from it all at a secluded, snowy cabin in the mountains with her boyfriend and his friends. Cozy fires and a little skiing? Yes, please. It pays to have friends with vacation homes. But a sudden snowstorm traps the couple before anyone else can show up, just as her boyfriend starts acting . . . different. Angrier. Secretive. Not at all like the man she came up the mountain with just a day ago. And then, she finds a note in an old guest book that starts, "If I disappear . . . "

Eine Frau wurde brutal ermordet, von ihrem 10-jährigen Sohn fehlt jede Spur. Polizistin Helga von der isländischen Einheit für Gewaltverbrechen vermutet, dass sich der Junge in die Vulkanlandschaften mit ihren Höhlen zu retten versucht hat. Doch dort lauern andere Gefahren, eine lange Überlebenschance hat er nicht. Um ihn zu finden, bittet sie Bjarki um Hilfe, denn niemand kennt die Wildnis besser als das Mitglied der Elite-Rettungsmannschaft. Während Helga und Bjarki verzweifelt den Jungen suchen, ereignen sich neue Mordfälle. Und Helga wird klar, dass sie es mit einem Serientäter zu tun hat.

I can't see pictures in my mind. I've never been able to. So when mysterious manuscripts started arriving at my door—perfectly crafted thrillers that turned me into the bestselling "Miss Murder"—I didn't question the gift. I just published them and watched the money roll in. Money I desperately needed to keep my dying mother alive. But when a grieving woman pounds on my door, screaming that my latest book matches her son's murder down to the smallest detail, my perfect lie begins to unravel.